Versuri STORMWITCH - Lost Legions

Grey dawn of daythe piercing war-cries fade awaythe fate is sealedlife has left the battle-field

Once they were
a mighty armystanding one for allthey fought for glory and for bootyThey rode into a fallNow the crows pick at their
bodiessteel turns into rustFlesh is stabbedwith spears and arrowsthe flag turns into dust

Lost Legions, blind and
heartlessThey devastate the landLost Legions, don't know mercyarmy of the damned

Their flesh is gonebut their
spirit's living onyou can be surethey're the guardians of the warThey're a part of every bloodstainof the smoke and
steamtheir laughter's sounding like thewoundes warrior's screameverywhere a soldier's dyingthey've released the
beastanytime an angel's cryingthey celebrate a feast